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I suspect that feeling sad is normal when there's lots of tulip happening in your life. It's when everything's ticking along nicely and you still feel crap that it's time to worry. Or when the tulip seems never ending...
Exercise is supposed to be good for depression, but I think you've probably tried that one...
Its a very good point. Since my big event I have been so stiff I have hardly exercised. Last week I was in Glasgow and now in North Wales so not done much for a few days. Tomorrow morning I get the 06:@36 to London. Then I cycle home. Tuesday onwards I will cycle to/from work - and I will try to swim every morning too. But the event was so enormous, and I am so old, its going to be a while.
Summary is I think you are right. I need more exercise.
In other good news, I have pointed out to Mrs BP that secondary schools in North Wales are rubbish - except for the Welsh speaking ones! So we are looking at moving her and baby bp to Bexhill-on-sea. Which means I can go home EVERY weekend!
Only delaying issue is that she wants to nurse her step-father before leaving Wales. But baby bp is finishing year 2 now so we have to move in 3 years tops.
I saw her step-father today. He has had scan and MRI. Waiting for consultant appointment to get his outlook. He is 85 with bowel cancer. But he is one of these types who will last for years! His parents died in their fifties. His diet is awful. Mrs BP's mother nagged him like hell! He should have died years ago! But good on him for showing determination! A real inspiration.
In other good news, I have pointed out to Mrs BP that secondary schools in North Wales are rubbish - except for the Welsh speaking ones! So we are looking at moving her and baby bp to Bexhill-on-sea. Which means I can go home EVERY weekend!
Only delaying issue is that she wants to nurse her step-father before leaving Wales. But baby bp is finishing year 2 now so we have to move in 3 years tops.
I saw her step-father today. He has had scan and MRI. Waiting for consultant appointment to get his outlook. He is 85 with bowel cancer. But he is one of these types who will last for years! His parents died in their fifties. His diet is awful. Mrs BP's mother nagged him like hell! He should have died years ago! But good on him for showing determination! A real inspiration.
Come north. East Coast mainline makes London easy and you would be a shoe-in for the best local secondary school being Catholic...
Just discovered there's a performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream in the ruins of Bradgate House (Lady Jane Grey's family's gaff in Tudor times) this evening. It sounds like a really good idea, but of course it's sold out now
I suppose this is my punishment for not reading the local paper every evening like a real Leicester person
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